Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson

“May be true what I had heard, Earth’s a howling wilderness Truculent with fraud and force,” Said I, strolling through […]

The sense of the world is short, Long and various the report,- To love and be beloved; Men and gods […]

Your picture smiles as first it smiled, The ring you gave is still the same, Your letter tells, O changing […]

O Fair and stately maid, whose eye Was kindled in the upper sky At the same torch that lighted mine; […]

If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the […]

I cannot spare water or wine, Tobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose; From the earth-poles to the Line, All between that […]

The bush that has most briers and bitter fruit, Wait till the frost has turned its green leaves red, Its […]

Long I followed happy guides,- I could never reach their sides. Their step is forth, and, ere the day, Breaks […]

Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape, Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, […]

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: […]